Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.